[She's spent some time fretting about this, but finally there was nothing to do but bite the bullet. If this man was who she thinks he is, Integra needed to talk to him. It was almost akin to a duty.]
[The sudden whirling of his printing telegraph brought the old man to stringent attention. A rather please smile brushed his mouth to see his own name blaze with ink and slide onto the oak desk for him to discern.
He was no so surprised this time around that he would be addressed be a stranger as if they knew him, Friend John for sometime had been out in the galleries tooting the professor's horn. With swiftness he replied with his fingertips fluttering the piano-like keys.]
[Simple, Integra. He did not know who she was, nor what she stood for. She and Walter had found each other completely by accident, but this time it has to be something a little more planned.
Not that she had ever met the man before...But he was her flesh and blood.]
Sir Hellsing of London. I last inquired to how you were when you arrived. Dr. Seward spoke on your behalf then.
[ A delivery to the Van Helsing home, directed to both Abraham Van Helsing and Doctor John Seward contains a large cheery bouquet of Gerbera Daisies, the alternating colors representing purity and cheerfulness, are accompanied by a handwritten note.]
'Yahweh is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? Yahweh is the strength of my life. Of whom shall I be afraid?' (Psalms 27:1)
In a world unlike your own, remain strong!
-Sir Hellsing
[She would of signed less formally, or just delivered them herself, but as far as Integra is aware, she has not yet been introduced for who she really is to the Doctor.]
[ At some point on Valentine's Day, Van Helsing will be accosted by a small robotic cupid(?!) with a propeller jutting out of its back. Hovering unsteadily, it tinnily informs him that he has a message from Yaha, and delivers the message recorded into its memory-- ]
My dear Shinji. My dearest Kazuhiko. Your hearts are what have entranced me so. Enticed me to grant you to live within my heart for all time. Let us stay together until time ends.
[ The message concludes with a shower of heart-shaped confetti over his head before the cupid zips away, off on the rest of its errands. ]
[ ooc; As you might have guessed, this is a glitched (with mun approval) message! If you want to see what Yaha intended to send, check out the unscreened post here (http://what-scruples.livejournal.com/4825.html). ]
[Brisk with urgency, and a very....strained calm.]
Sir. Professor Van Hellsing?
This is Doctor Yumeno, from Skye Medical Centre.
Doctor John Seward has been assaulted, but he is alive, on his way to Emergency Care Unit, to be treated for shock and blood loss...from a puncture wound. A bite. He requested that I inform you, as an emergency contact.
I've...been told you are something of an expert in supernatural, Professor. This isn't the first incident- in fact between the three of us, we may be able to identify the individual. A...sanguinarian, a vampire.
[Unlike Yumeno's before him, Walter's voice has no semblance of calm. It is clipped, irate-- as though he were ready in that very instant to strike something down.]
Professor Van Helsing. Seward-- [He cuts himself off, amending.] Doctor Seward has been attacked. Where are you right now?
[The boy's own sense of urgency was a fuel to his fire, and upon hearing that voice he knew he would need a second pair of hands with which to strangle this menace.]
At the end of the drive at the thoroughfare. Come! I need your meticulous eye with me!
[The professor would await him whilst seated atop a great black beast. A massive FriesianShire Stallion of superior cross breeding and experimentation.]
[He would not be waiting long, for as the word "Come!" reaches over the transmission to his ears the boy instantaneously takes off in a streak of shadow across the terrain at such speed that one might second-guess as to whether the young man had sprouted a pair of wings to aid him in his flight.
He'd not run so fast since the Doctor had first made his presence known on his first night stranded within the borders of the cursed city. Just as that night, the wind whips by the receiver in a furious storm for the man on the other side of the line to hear, so eager was the youth in his adherence that he did not take the moment to shut it away until he was in sight of the professor. And even then he did not halt his tread to carry out the task, as the impatient rattle would tell before the line went dead.
The call of Walter's voice cuts through the chill of open air as he continues forward to approach the man atop the towering stallion.]
Abraham, there's been an emergency at the Sanatorium. A massive break-out in the criminal cell block...Twelve patients are missing, while eight were returned to their cells. I'm afraid I've been called out to help.
[It was by good blessing that like his pet monsters, he too was a nocturnal creature. Despite that, John's determined and stalwart voice nearly startled him from his perusing of their library.]
A break-out?
John! Wait!
[Grabbing his coat and braided lash, he swept out the door without a moment's hesitation.]
[The tittering bell of his NV practically jolts him from his reading. He hadn't touched the rotting device in so long it was collecting a nice layer of dust.]
[TEXT]
Date: 2010-12-28 09:36 pm (UTC)Mister Van Helsing?
[TEXT]
Date: 2010-12-28 10:33 pm (UTC)He was no so surprised this time around that he would be addressed be a stranger as if they knew him, Friend John for sometime had been out in the galleries tooting the professor's horn. With swiftness he replied with his fingertips fluttering the piano-like keys.]
This is Van Helsing of Amsterdam.
To whom do I owe a pleasantry for knowing me?
[TEXT]
Date: 2010-12-28 11:04 pm (UTC)Not that she had ever met the man before...But he was her flesh and blood.]
Sir Hellsing of London. I last inquired to how you were when you arrived. Dr. Seward spoke on your behalf then.
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Date: 2011-01-08 08:28 pm (UTC)I need your assistance.
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Date: 2011-01-08 09:25 pm (UTC)AUDIO.
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Date: 2011-02-14 07:23 pm (UTC)'Yahweh is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? Yahweh is the strength of my life. Of whom shall I be afraid?' (Psalms 27:1)
In a world unlike your own, remain strong!
-Sir Hellsing
[She would of signed less formally, or just delivered them herself, but as far as Integra is aware, she has not yet been introduced for who she really is to the Doctor.]
[action]
Date: 2011-02-15 06:27 am (UTC)My dear Shinji. My dearest Kazuhiko. Your hearts are what have entranced me so. Enticed me to grant you to live within my heart for all time. Let us stay together until time ends.
[ The message concludes with a shower of heart-shaped confetti over his head before the cupid zips away, off on the rest of its errands. ]
[ ooc; As you might have guessed, this is a glitched (with mun approval) message! If you want to see what Yaha intended to send, check out the unscreened post here (http://what-scruples.livejournal.com/4825.html). ]
[Voicemail; Evening, Feb 24th]
Date: 2011-02-25 07:10 am (UTC)Sir. Professor Van Hellsing?
This is Doctor Yumeno, from Skye Medical Centre.
Doctor John Seward has been assaulted, but he is alive, on his way to Emergency Care Unit, to be treated for shock and blood loss...from a puncture wound. A bite. He requested that I inform you, as an emergency contact.
I've...been told you are something of an expert in supernatural, Professor. This isn't the first incident- in fact between the three of us, we may be able to identify the individual. A...sanguinarian, a vampire.
[Voicemail; Evening, Feb 24th]
Date: 2011-02-25 07:19 am (UTC)A bite wound, Gott John.. The Devil be damned!
I will make haste! Let him not fall asleep at all cost!
[There's a clatter of the delicate machine as he pockets the relay and makes his way to the stables, every footstep fulled by pure unhampered fury.]
[Voicemail; Evening, Feb 24th]
Date: 2011-02-25 07:51 am (UTC)[Voicemail; Evening, Feb 24th]
From:[Audio]
Date: 2011-02-25 08:24 am (UTC)Professor Van Helsing. Seward-- [He cuts himself off, amending.] Doctor Seward has been attacked. Where are you right now?
[Audio]
Date: 2011-02-25 09:46 am (UTC)At the end of the drive at the thoroughfare. Come! I need your meticulous eye with me!
[The professor would await him whilst seated atop a great black beast. A massive Friesian Shire Stallion of superior cross breeding and experimentation.]
[Audio] --> [Action!]
Date: 2011-02-25 12:08 pm (UTC)He'd not run so fast since the Doctor had first made his presence known on his first night stranded within the borders of the cursed city. Just as that night, the wind whips by the receiver in a furious storm for the man on the other side of the line to hear, so eager was the youth in his adherence that he did not take the moment to shut it away until he was in sight of the professor. And even then he did not halt his tread to carry out the task, as the impatient rattle would tell before the line went dead.
The call of Walter's voice cuts through the chill of open air as he continues forward to approach the man atop the towering stallion.]
Professor!!
[Action!]
From:[Call]
Date: 2011-05-14 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-14 08:43 pm (UTC)[Ka-ching~]
Ja? Van Helsing speaking.
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Date: 2011-05-14 09:40 pm (UTC)[She's trying not to sound shaken.]
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From:Audio; He's in a hurry, okay? : (
Date: 2011-06-21 09:24 pm (UTC)Please don't be alarmed.
[And as an added afterthought.]
I'm borrowing Samson.
Audio; Dummkopf!
Date: 2011-06-21 09:36 pm (UTC)A break-out?
John! Wait!
[Grabbing his coat and braided lash, he swept out the door without a moment's hesitation.]
Do not be a fool und go alone!
[Text] | NV Virus | Yesterday | ...because. >>;
Date: 2012-02-01 12:53 am (UTC)[Text]
Date: 2012-02-01 08:02 am (UTC)As for the dog buns, I assure you, good stranger, my tastes may be exotic, but they are not so vulgar that I would be caught snacking on cooked bitch.
You have the wrong man.
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Date: 2012-03-25 03:25 pm (UTC)call;
Date: 2012-03-25 11:15 pm (UTC)[Ka-ching!]
Ja? This is Van Helsing speaking.
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